Poem: Neighborly

What if you lived at the very end of the drive?
Would the shadows grow longer with the road
with the trees extending their knuckly reach
into previously safe open spaces,
crawling over shoulders and into laps,
forcing themselves into your perceptions
and breaking into all the secret lighted places?
Would all of the bumps and groans
become more frequent?
Would you have trouble making it
to the next door over
to trouble the neighbors for a cup of milk?
Or would you invite them all to tea
and wave to all the shifty imaginings
as if they went to your child's
grade school play?

A Brief Bitch

Another day, another bit of time spent in the GC. I have determined three things.

1. I will never be a good enough friend to people for them to open up and trust me with what they're like when they're happy.

2. I will never be interesting enough not to be left behind when someone more interesting and/or outgoing shows up to call on someone.

3. I won't be going to the Giant's Club for a while. In fact, I may stay off the whole damned MUCK for a bit. It's too stressful, and I don't get it.

Other than that, things are pretty good. Not being as productive as I'd like to be, but hey, what else is new? I've been in a pretty good mood overall since the weekend, but I'm torn between being reclusive again to write and being social while I'm happy...and since I keep coming up on a brick wall on the social end of things, I might as well stop trying and draw in.

Addendum

Ego is your worst enemy. Ever. I think about myself, and my thin skin too much...that explains the last little rant. That's all, I promise.